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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Brick,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Urselle,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.