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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Slave,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.