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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.