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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.