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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.