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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.