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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Swans,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.