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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.