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 Korea South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.