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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Invisible,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.