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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.