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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Can,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.