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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.