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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Victims,
Nico,
X-102,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.