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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Faust,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
MC5,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.