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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.