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 Morocco and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.