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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.