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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.