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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.