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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.