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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.