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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.