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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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 Martian,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.