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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.