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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
the Normal,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.