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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 an arpeggiator 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.