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 Australia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.