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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.