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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.