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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.