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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Victims,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.