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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.