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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.