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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.