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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.