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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.