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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.