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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 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?
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.