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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.