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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Franke,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.