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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.