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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.