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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.