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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.