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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.