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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.