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 Romania and from New York.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.