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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Mars,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Motions,
Magma,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.