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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.