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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.