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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.