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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.