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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.