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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.