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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.