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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.