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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.