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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.