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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.