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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.