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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.