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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.