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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.