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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crime,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.