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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.