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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.