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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.