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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.