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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.