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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.