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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.