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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Swans,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.