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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.