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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.