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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.