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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Suicide,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.