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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.