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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
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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.