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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.