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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.