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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.