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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.