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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Television,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.