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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Television,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.