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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.