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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.