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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.