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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.