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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Nico,
John Cale,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.