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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.