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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.