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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.