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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.