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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.