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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.