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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.