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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.