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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.