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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.