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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.