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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.