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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.