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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.