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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Monks,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Nico,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.