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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.