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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.