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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.