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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.