Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.