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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.