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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.