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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eric Dolphy 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.