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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.