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 Uganda and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.