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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.