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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.