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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.