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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Fall,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.