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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.