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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.