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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.