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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
JFA,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.