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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
UT,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.