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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.