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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.