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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.