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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.