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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.