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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.