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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Aswad,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.