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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.