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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.