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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.