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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.