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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.