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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Victims,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.