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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.