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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.