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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Skriet,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.