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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Technova,
JFA,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.