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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.