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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.