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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.