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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.