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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.