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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.