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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.