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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.