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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.