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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.