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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.