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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.