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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.