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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.