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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.