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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.