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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.