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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.