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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.