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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
UT,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.