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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.