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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.