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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.