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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.