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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.