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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.