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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Nico,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.