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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.