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 Belarus and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.