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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.