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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.