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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.