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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.