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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Smog,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.