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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.