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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.