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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.