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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.