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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.