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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.