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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.