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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.