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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.