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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.