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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.