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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.