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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.