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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.