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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Scientists,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.