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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.