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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.