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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.