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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
World's Most,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.