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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.