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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.