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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.