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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.