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 Grenada and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Slave,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.