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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Crime,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.