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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.