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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.