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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
PIL,
Niagra,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.