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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.