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 Belize and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.