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 India 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s 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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.