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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.