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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.