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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Wire,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.