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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.