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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Scion,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.