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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.