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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.