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 China and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.