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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.