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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.