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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.