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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.