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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.