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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.