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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.