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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
CMW,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.