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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.