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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.