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 China and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Roxette,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.