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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.