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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 linndrum 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.