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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.