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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.