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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Residents,
UT,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.