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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.