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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.