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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.