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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.