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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.