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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Erasure,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.