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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Magma,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Index,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.