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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.