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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.