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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.