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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.