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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.