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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.