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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.