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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Faust,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.