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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.