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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.