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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.