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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.