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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.