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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.