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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.