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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.