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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.