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 Japan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.