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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Technova,
the Human League,
Index,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.