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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.