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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.