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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.