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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.