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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.