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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.