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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.