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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.