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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.