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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.