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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.