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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.