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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.