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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.