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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.