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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.