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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.