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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.