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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.