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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.