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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.