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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.