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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.