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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Monks,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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