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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
ABBA,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.