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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.