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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Joy Division,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Organ,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.