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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.