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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.