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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Gong,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.