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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.