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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.