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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.