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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.