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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.