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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slits,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Fear,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.