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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.