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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.