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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.