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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.