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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.