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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.