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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.