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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.