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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.