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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.