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 Korea South and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Can,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.