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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.