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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Technova to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.