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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.