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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.