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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.