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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.