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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.