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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.