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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.