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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.