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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.