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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.