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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.