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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.