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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Index,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.