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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.