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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.