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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.