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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.