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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.