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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.