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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Television,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.