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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.