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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.