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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.