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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.