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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.