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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.