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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.