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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.