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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.