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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.