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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.