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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.