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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.