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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.