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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.