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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Monks,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.