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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
PIL,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.