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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.