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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.