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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.