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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.