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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.