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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.