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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.