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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.