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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.