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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Swans,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.