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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.