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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
UT,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.