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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.