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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.