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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.