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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.