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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.