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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.