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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Flipper,
Wire,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.