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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Slits,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.