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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.