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 Mali and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.