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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
UT,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.