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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.