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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.