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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.