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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.