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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.