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 France and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.