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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.