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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.