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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.