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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
AZ,
MC5,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.