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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.