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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.