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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.