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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s 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 Mr. Review 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?
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Monks,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.