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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.