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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.