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 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.