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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Television,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.