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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.