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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.