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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 an organ 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.