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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Wings,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.