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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
CMW,
New Order,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.