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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Ituana,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.