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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.