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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.