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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.