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 Malta 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.