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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.