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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.