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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
UT,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.