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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.