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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.