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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.