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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.