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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
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Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.