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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.