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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.