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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.