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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.