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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.