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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.