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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.