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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
DNA,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.