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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.