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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.