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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.