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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.