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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.