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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.