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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.