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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.