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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.