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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.