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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
PIL,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.