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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.