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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.