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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
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.