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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.