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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Index,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Television,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Magma,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.