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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.