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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.