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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.