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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.