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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.