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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.