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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.