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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.