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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
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.