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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.