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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.