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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
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 organ 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Japan,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.