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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.