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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.