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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.