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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Index,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.