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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.