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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.