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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.