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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.