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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.