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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.