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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.