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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.