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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.