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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.