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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.