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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.