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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Litter 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.