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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.