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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.