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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.