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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.