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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.