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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.