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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.