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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.