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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Monks,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.