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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
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.