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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.