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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.