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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.