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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.