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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.