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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.