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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Index,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.