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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.