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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.