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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.