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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.