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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.