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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.