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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.