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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.