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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.