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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.