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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.