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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.