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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.