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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.