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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.