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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.