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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.