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 Philippines and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.