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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.