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 France and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.