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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.