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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.