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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.