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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.