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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Television,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.