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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.