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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.