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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.