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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
New Order,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.