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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.