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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Can,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Magma,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.