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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.