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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.