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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.