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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Can,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.