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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.