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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 808 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.