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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.