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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.