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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Smog,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.