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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.